A room of puss' own

Oh gawd.

Mommy was trying to save some money by delaying our visit to the pussy doctor, but alas, the new apartment building has requested my rabies tag. Which means, I have to go get shot! Soon! Or they won't let me in the house!!!

Mommy's cool with leaving me here so I don't have to undergo the trauma of the annual vet trip. Asshole!!! I don't know -- I guess I do want to get shot so I can go crap on a new carpet. *sigh* Lord, the trials and tribulations I must undergo in order to spread the ass of Maddie like the gospel to rugs everywhere.

We are moving to an undisclosed location somewhere within Washington, D.C. All I know is that there is a balcony and a big dog lives under us. I assure you, I shall hang over the balcony and torment his dumb ass because he can't get me! Mommy said there's a brand-new screen door, but as Kadi has annhilated about six of those here, I have no doubt that thing won't survive an hour once we hit town.

The good news is that Kadi and I will have our own room! The kitchen is very big -- it's an eat-in kitchen (the dining room is tiny but separate). As the kitchen area has a linoleum floor and three floor-to-ceiling windows, Mommy has agreed to put Pooh Corner there so that we can lie by the windows whenever we want.

Our cousin came up with the idea that our litterbox should go at the bottom of the pantry, so we have utmost privacy and Mommy has only a contained place to have to clean up. Silly Mommy -- I will poop ANYWHERE I want -- and being in a cupboard with Kadi's noxious ass fumes sounds like a recipe for I Don't Think So!!!